Her Dark Guard

By: RosexKnight

Belle had married Gaston. The two would happily rule over Avonlea, and had together for a year now. However, it had soon became apparent that Gaston could not give them an heir, and that would not do. Without an heir the people would grow restless. Enemies would grow confident. Avonlea would be in danger. And so, they had called upon The Dark One for help. The last thing Belle had expected was the deal he had offered them. Even less was how she'd reacted to it. Five years later, everything changes.

(( This story is based on the romance novel, Highland Guard by Hannah Howell, which you guys should TOTALLY check out. I've opened it with smut, but after this first part there might not be anymore for a while. Anyway. Have fun! ))

Chapter One

"You're sure this is what you want, dearie?"

It seemed like an odd thing to ask. Everything had already been meticulously arranged. Belle knew she probably should have felt more nervous. But somehow, with Rumpelstiltskin here, in her chamber, looking at her with his odd eyes, giving her yet another chance to back out, she couldn't.

The deal had been struck weeks ago. Belle had married Gaston. The two would happily rule over Avonlea, and had together for a year now. However, it had soon became apparent that Gaston could not give them an heir, and that would not do. Without an heir the people would grow restless. Enemies would grow confident. Avonlea would be in danger.

And so, they had called upon The Dark One for help. The last thing Belle had expected was the deal he had offered them. Even less was how she'd reacted to it.

Gaston had never been a true husband to her. Her maidenhood was still in tact. It was really no wonder he's asked for that as his payment. Her maids and even Gaston had gasped, appalled, but Belle found something stir deep inside her. Something she knew no other man had stirred. She accepted.

Rumpelstiltskin had given her a few days, during which time she found herself spending more tie with him. She wondered if it was just a coincidence he'd be in the library when she was there to spend hours discussing stories and telling a few until a maid came by and he slipped a mask of indifference back on.

He'd given her plenty of times to back out, but now Belle found she didn't want to. There was something...layered about The Dark One. And she found she quite enjoyed peeling the layers away.

"You ask that at least once a day." She said, smiling at him from her spot beside the bed. "Don't you think if I didn't want this I would have told you by now?"

He held up a finger and waggled it at her, his skin glinting in the firelight. "Don't say the monster was a cruel one then."

"You're not a monster."

He seemed to gape at her for a moment before stepping closer.

"This won't be quick." He said. "It's been a while for me since I've felt the warmth of a woman. I intend to enjoy myself."

Belle nodded, his words only making her stomach tingle and pulse skip rather than scaring her off the way they were intended to. "Alright."

A silence fell between them as he curled his fingers back into a fist, as if not expecting her to agree so easily. She gave him a smile.

"You do know I want this right?" She asked when he shifted from one foot to another instead of stepping closer. "Not...not just the son that will come. I want...this."

She gestured between them, and she saw the moment his composure snapped. He was at her in an instant, gathering her in his arms and placing his lips to hers in a searing kiss. His lips were hungry. Urgent. He didn't want to taste her. He wanted to devour her.

Belle's toes curled with the kiss, and she felt her arms snake around him to splat against the silk of his back. His grip on her only tightened, her body pressing against his in all the ways that made her shiver, as if made for him. He swallowed the noise of pleasure she'd made when his tongue traced her lips, and answered it with one of his own when hers mimicked his movements.

Rumpelstiltskin lifted her by the hips onto the bed, crawling on to cover her like a blanket. With a flick of his wrist they were both naked, and he broke their heated gaze to rake his eyes over her body. The blush she felt reached her chest as her skin tingled, feeling suddenly very shy.

"You're beautiful, Belle." He said, and the words sounded almost like a prayer.

Belle smiled at the complement. She didn't think she'd get one. This was different than her maids had told her it would be like. Different than when she and Gaston had tried. She loved it.

With tentative hands she reached up, running her hands over his oddly textured chest and shoulders before she pulled him back down for a kiss. Hers was clumsy, but with the same passion, and oh she hoped he understood what she was trying to say.

"If I do something you don't like..." He breathed, moving from her lips to pepper open-mouth kisses down her neck.

"I'll tell you." She agreed, shivering when he nibbled at her throat. "I trust you."

He nipped harder at her pulse-point, making Belle give a startled yelp. "Do you now?"

"Yes." She breathed, squeaking when his hand found her breast while his mouth explored her collar bone. Her head swam as the rest of the world fell away, and all she could do was feel him on her. "Yes."

"And who do you belong to tonight?"

He took a nipple in his mouth, and she moaned.

"Who, Belle?"

"You." She choked. "You, Rumpelstiltskin. I'm yours."

"That's right..."

His mouth left her nipple, and before she had time to protest it found the other one. Her hands clutched at his hair, pulling slightly when he made her moan. He seemed to like this, though. His fingers ran over her arms, waist, hips, legs, anywhere they could find, fire and sparks flying in their wake. She squirmed under him, making him growl against his skin in ways that were too erotic for words.

"Rumple..." Belle's voice came in a breathy beg, though she was unsure of what she was begging for. Her body was aflame, and she ached in ways she never had before.

"Patience, love." He whispered against her hip bone, nipping at the sensitive flesh. "I'm enjoying myself. It will please you. Don't worry."

"Never." She said with a laugh. "I trust you."

The Noise he made in his throat sounded like a dying animal, and she was suddenly trembling as he settled his shoulders between her thighs. His warm breath wafted over her sex, and her breath caught in her throat.

"Wh-what are...?"

Her words gave way to a moan as his mouth was suddenly on her. If he wanted to devour her mouth he certainly wanted to do the same to the rest of her. She had no idea this was even possible. But his tongue was working magic as it lapped at her folds and swirled around her clit. How many people had said Rumpelstiltskin had a silver tongue? Oh they had no idea.

Belle arched into him, nearly coming off the bed, and he used his palm on her abdomen to guide her back down. She wanted to speak. To ask him why he was going to such lengths to please her when his deal said nothing about it, but there was a pressure coiling in her belly and it stole her words.

"R...Rum..." Belle was unable to hide the tremble of her words as her hands fisted in his hair. "I...I..."

"Easy, love." He breathed. "Come for me."

She did. Oh she did. With a cry that she didn't realize came from her until it was over, the pressure sprang loose, and her climax washed over her. Rumpelstiltskin moaned with her, lapping up her juices like a man dying of thirst. It took a moment for Belle to realize he was back over her, looking at her like he was amazed that had happened.

"What?" She breathed, unable to stop the smile that spread on her lips as she reached for him.

He shook his head. "Nothing."

He was back on her in a breath, lips mapping hers out as they had before. As if they had their entire lives. Belle could taste herself on him, blended with the odd taste that was entirely him. She could never get tired of it.

Above her, Rumpelstiltskin shifted, and she could suddenly feel his hardness pressed against her.

"Not too late." He breathed as his lips found her ear, nibbling softly. "I could change the deal. Find you some other suitor to give you a healthy heir..."

Belle shook her head. "No. I told you I wanted this. I want you."

With a growl, their lips crashed together as she felt him enter her. Something between a cry and a moan escaped her as she clung to him. He was patient, working his way into her with shallow strokes before his composure seemed to snap and he entered her in one fluid motion.

She was tight. So beautifully tight, and he filled her in every perfect way possible. She found he was clinging to her the same way, and this time he was the one trembling. With a swallow he looked down at her with a question in his eyes. Belle smiled, shaking her head as her hand came to caress his cheek.

"No pain. I'm fine. You won't break me, Rumple. Move if you like."

Another incomprehensible noise came from him as he did, moving out of her a bit before thrusting back into her. Their moans entertained as Belle lost herself in the sensation of his motions, how he hit spots in her she never knew existed. The tightness in her belly grew almost painful as she clung to him, nails taking across his back as she breathed and babbled incomprehensible words that she hoped were encouragements. Rumpelstiltskin seemed to be having the same trouble keeping his composure, though the sweet nothings he whispered to her were much more understandable.

"Belle..." He choked out. "I can't..."

"Me neither. Please. So close. Not without you."

He groaned like she was torturing him, and his thrusts became hard and erratic. They cried out at the same time, uncaring how loud they were, as stars exploded behind their eyes and they rode out their climax together.

Belle had no idea how long it was until her brain tightened itself again. She could have dozed, even. But when she came to her senses she found herself tucked safely in Rumpelstiltskin's arms. She smiled, snuggling up to him and letting the rest of the world fall away as she lost herself in his smell and the sound of his heartbeat.

"Are you alright?" He asked against her hair.

She nodded. "I'm perfect..."

He hummed in response, "A son." He promised. "Have you given any thoughts to names?"

"Baelfire." She slurred sleepily.

"A good name. A strong name."

"Rumple...I..."

"Shhh..." He cooed, moving so that he was spooning against her, their fingers entertaining. "Sleep, Belle. The deal is done."

Something in her chest squeezed, and she wanted to tell him that it was more than a deal. Had been since the first time they'd sat in the library and talked. Since the first time she'd seen how kind he could be kind. But sleep was stronger, and soon she was asleep in his arms.

When she awoke, she was alone, her maid fussing over her as she prepared a bath. Rumpelstiltskin was gone, and Belle somehow felt lonelier than she had in years.

~Five Years Later~

"Mama! Can you cut my apple?"

Belle turned to her son, tugging at her skirt. She smiled, taking his apple and setting it on the plate before her on the table. "Thin slices?"

"Yes please!"

The boy was healthy, with brown eyes that held every emotion they could, and a head of curly black hair that refused to be tamed.

A knight appeared at the entrance to the dining hall, and Belle knew in an instant something was wrong.

"Wait here, Bae." Belle said, giving him the apple slices.

The knight looked disheartened, his face pale and stricken. "Milady..." He managed to get out.

"Calm down. What's happened?"

"Sir Gaston...He is dead."

Belle gasped, glancing back at Baelfire, eating his apple, oblivious to just how much had changed. She swallowed, composing herself for a moment before nodding. "Prepare for the burial ceremony. There is…much to be done."